Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 Front Matter
 Down the rabbit-hole
 Pool of tears
 Caucus-race and a long tale
 Rabbit sends in a little bill
 Advice from a Caterpillar
 Pig and pepper
 Mad tea-party
 Queen's croquet-ground
 Mock Turtle's story
 Lobster quadrille
 Who stole the tarts
 Alice's evidence
 Back Cover

Group Title: Alice's adventures in Wonderland
Title: Alice's adventures in wonderland
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Title: Alice's adventures in wonderland
Physical Description: 151 p. : ill. ; 19 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Carroll, Lewis, 1832-1898
Walker, W. H ( Illustrator )
Dodd, Mead & Company ( Publisher )
Mayflower Press ( Printer )
William Brendon & Son ( Printer )
Publisher: Dodd, Mead
Place of Publication: New York
Manufacturer: Mayflower Press, William Brendon & Son
Publication Date: 1923
Subject: Bldn -- 1923
Genre: fiction   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
England -- Plymouth
Statement of Responsibility: by Lewis Carroll ; with eight coloured and 42 other illustrations by W.H. Walker.
General Note: Press copy.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Title Page
        Title Page
    Title Page
        Title Page
        Poem 1
        Page vi
        Page vii
    Table of Contents
        Page ix
    List of Illustrations
        Page xi
        Page xii
        Page xiii
    Front Matter
        Page xv
    Down the rabbit-hole
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Unnumbered ( 19 )
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
    Pool of tears
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
    Caucus-race and a long tale
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Unnumbered ( 42 )
        Page 25
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
    Rabbit sends in a little bill
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
    Advice from a Caterpillar
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Unnumbered ( 63 )
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
    Pig and pepper
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Unnumbered ( 82 )
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
    Mad tea-party
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Unnumbered ( 99 )
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
    Queen's croquet-ground
        Page 85
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
        Page 98
    Mock Turtle's story
        Page 99
        Page 100
        Page 101
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
        Page 108
        Page 109
        Page 110
        Page 111
        Page 112
    Lobster quadrille
        Page 113
        Page 114
        Page 115
        Page 116
        Page 117
        Page 118
        Page 119
        Page 120
        Unnumbered ( 138 )
        Page 121
        Page 122
        Page 123
        Page 124
        Page 125
    Who stole the tarts
        Page 126
        Page 127
        Page 128
        Page 129
        Page 130
        Page 131
        Page 132
        Unnumbered ( 151 )
        Page 133
        Page 134
        Page 135
        Page 136
        Page 137
    Alice's evidence
        Page 138
        Page 139
        Page 140
        Page 141
        Page 142
        Page 143
        Page 144
        Page 145
        Page 146
        Page 147
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    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
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ALL in the golden afternoon
Full leisurely we glide;
For both our oars, with little skill,
By little arms are plied,
While little hands make vain pretence
Our wanderings to guide.

Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour,
Beneath such dreamy weather,
To beg a tale of breath too weak
To stir the tiniest feather!
Yet what can one poor voice avail
Against three tongues together?


Imperious Prima flashes forth
Her edict "to begin it "-
In gentler tone Secunda hopes
"There will be nonsense in it !"-
While Tertia interrupts the tale
Not more than once a minute.

Anon, to sudden silence won,
In fancy they pursue
The dream-child moving through a land
Of wonders wild and new,
In friendly chat with bird or beast-
And half believe it true.

And ever, as the story drained
The wells of fancy dry,
And faintly strove that weary one
To put the subject by,
"The rest next time"-"It is next time!"
The happy voices cry.


Thus grew the tale of Wonderland:
Thus slowly, one by one,
Its quaint events were hammered out,
And now the tale is done,
And home we steer, a merry crew,
Beneath the setting sun.

Alice a childish story take,
And with the gentle hand
Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined
In Memory's mystic band,
Like pilgrim's withered wreath of flowers
Plucked in a far-off land.












The players all played at once, without waiting for turns,
quarrelling all the while Frontispiece
Half-Title .. i
Title-Page iii
Heading v
Heading .ix
Heading xi
Half-Title xv
Alice ran across the field after it 1
Alice found herself falling down what seemed to be a
very deep well To face page 2
Alice opened the door, and found it led into a small
passage 6
The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water 11
"And welcomes little fishes in, With gently smiling jaws" 15
Alice led the way, and the whole party swam to the shore 20


The Dodo suddenly called out, "The race is over!" rTAC
To face page 24
The Mouse's tail .27
One old magpie began wrapping itself up very carefully 29
Alice began to cry again 30
"Run home this moment, and fetch me a pair of gloves
and a fan" .32
A shower of little pebbles came rattling in at the window 40
The poor little Lizard, Bill, was being held up by two
guinea-pigs 42
Heading 45
"Come back," Sir Caterpillar called after her; "I have
something important to say" To face page 46
"I feared it might injure the brain" 48
"Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs" 49
"Serpent!" screamed the Pigeon. 53
The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice 57
The cook threw a frying-pan after her as she went out,
but it just missed her To face page 64
So she set the little creature down 65
Alice was a little startled by seeing the Cheshire Cat
sitting on a bough of a tree 67
The Mad Tea-Party 71
"I want a clean cup," interrupted the Hatter; "let's all
move one place on" To face page 81
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! 76
" Once upon a time there were three little sisters 80
The last time she saw them they were trying to put the
Dormouse into the teapot 83
The Cheshire Cat .. 85
Alice put them into a large flower-pot 89


The Queen was in a furious passion, shouting, Off with PAoE
his head!" 93
The King and the executioner ran wildly up and down
looking for the Cat 98
The Jackdaw 99
She was exactly the right height to rest her chin on
Alice's shoulder 102
A Gryphon lying fast asleep in the sun 106
The Mock Turtle sitting sad and lonely on a little ledge
of rock .108
"Throw the lobsters as far out to sea as you can" .113
"They are waiting on the shingle-will you come and
join the dance ?" .. 116
Alice began telling her adventures To face page 120
The Owl and the Panther were sharing a pie 122
"Come on," cried the Gryphon, taking Alice by the hand 124
The White Rabbit read out at the top of his shrill little
voice 126
The March Hare arm-in-arm with the Dormouse .130
"Give your evidence," said the King, "or I'll have you
executed on the spot" To face page 132
The Hatter hurriedly left the court, without even waiting
to put his shoes on 135
Alice began picking them up again as quickly as she could 138
"Why, there they are," said the King triumphantly,
pointing to the tarts 145
The whole pack rose up into the air 147
Strange creatures of her dream .. .150
Tailpiece-The Dodo .152



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Alice ran across the field after it.


LICE was beginning to get. very tired of
sitting by her sister on the bank, and
of having nothing to do: once or twice
she had peeped into the book her sister
was reading, but it had no pictures or conversa-
tions in it, "and what is the use of a book,"
thought Alice, "without pictures or conversations?"
So she was considering in her own mind (as well
as she could, for the hot day made her feel very
sleepy and stupid,) whether the pleasure of making
a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting
up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White
Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.
There was nothing so very remarkable in that;
nor did Alice think it so very much out of the

way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, Oh dear!
Oh dear I shall be too late !" (when she thought
it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she
ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it
all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit
actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket,
and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started
to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she
had never before seen a rabbit with either a waist-
coat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and
burning with curiosity, she ran across the field
after it, and was just in time to see it pop down a
large rabbit-hole under the hedge.
In another moment down went Alice after it,
never once considering how in the world she was
to get out again.
The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel
for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so
suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think
about stopping herself before she found herself
falling down what seemed to be a very deep well.
Either the well was very deep, or she fell very
slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went
down to look about her, and to wonder what was
going to happen next. First, she tried to look
down and make out what she was coming to, but
it was too dark to see anything: then she looked



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at the sides of the well, and noticed that they
were filled with cupboards and bookshelves: here
and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon
pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves
as she passed; it was labelled "ORANGE MAR-
MALADE," but to her great disappointment it
was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for
fear of killing somebody underneath, so managed to
put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it.
"Well!" thought Alice to herself, "after such
a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling
down stairs How brave they'll all think me at
home! Why, I wouldn't say anything about it,
even if I fell off the top of the house !" (Which
was very likely true.)
Down, down, down. Would the fall never come
to an end? "I wonder how many miles I've
fallen by this time ?" she said aloud. "I must be
getting somewhere near the centre of the earth.
Let me see: that would be four thousand miles
down, I think-" (for, you see, Alice had learnt
several things of this sort in her lessons in the
schoolroom, and though this was not a very good
opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there
was no one to listen to her, still it was good prac-
tice to say it over) "--yes, that's about the right
distance-but then I wonder what Latitude or

Longitude I've got to?" (Alice had not the slightest
idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but
she thought they were nice grand words to say.)
Presently she began again. "I wonder if I shall
fall right through the earth! How funny it'll seem to
come out among the people that walk with their
heads downwards The Antipathies, I think-"
(she was rather glad there was no one listening,
this time, as it didn't sound at all the right word)
"-but I shall have to ask them what the name of
the country is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this
New Zealand or Australia? (and she tried to
curtsey as she spoke-fancy curtseying as you're
falling through the air Do you think you could
manage it ?) "And what an ignorant little girl
she'll think me for asking No, it'll never do to ask:
perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere."
Down, down, down. There was nothing else to
do, so Alice soon began talking again. Dinah'll
miss me very much to-night, I should think!"
(Dinah was the cat.) I hope they'll remember her
saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah, my dear! I
wish you were down here with me There are no
mice in the air, I'm afraid, but you might catch a
bat, and that's very like a mouse, you know. But
do cats eat bats, I wonder ? And here Alice
began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to

herself, in a dreamy sort of way, "Do cats eat
bats ? Do cats eat bats ? and sometimes, Do
bats eat cats ? for, you see, as she couldn't answer
either question, it didn't much matter which way
she put it. She felt that she was dozing off, and
had just begun to dream that she was walking hand
in hand with Dinah, and was saying to her very ear-
nestly, "Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever
eat a bat ?" when suddenly, thump! thump! down
she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and
the fall was over.
Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on
to her feet in a moment : she looked up, but it was
all dark overhead; before her was another long
passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight,
hurrying down it. There was not a moment to be
lost: away went Alice like the wind, and was just
in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner, Oh
my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting She
was close behind it when she turned the corner,
but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen : she found
herself in a long, low hall, which was lit up by a
row of lamps hanging from the roof.
There were doors all round the hall, but they
were all locked, and when Alice had been all the
way down one side and up the other, trying every
door, she walked sadly down the middle, wonder-
ing how she was ever to get out again.

Suddenly she came upon a little three-legged
table, all made of solid glass; there was nothing
on it but a tiny golden key, and Alice's first idea
was that this might belong to one of the doors of
the hall; but alas either the locks were too large,
or the key was too small, but at any rate it would

Alice opened the door, and found it led into a small passage.
not open any of them. However, on the second time
round, she came upon a low curtain she had not
noticed before, and behind it was a little door about
fifteen inches high: she tried the little golden key
in the lock, and to her great delight it fitted !
Alice opened the door and found that it led into
a small passage, not much larger than a rat-hole:

she knelt down and looked along the passage into
the loveliest garden you ever saw. How she longed
to get out of that dark hall, and wander about
among those beds of bright flowers and those cool
fountains, but she could not even get her head
through the doorway; "and even if my head
would go through," thought poor Alice, "it would
be of very little use without my shoulders. Oh,
how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I
think I could, if I only knew how to begin." For,
you see, so many out-of-the-way things had hap-
pened lately, that Alice had begun to think that
very few things indeed were really impossible.
There seemed to be no use in waiting by the
little door, so she went back to the table, half
hoping she might find another key on it, or at any
rate a book of rules for shutting people up like
telescopes : this time she found a little bottle on it,
(" which certainly was not here before," said Alice,)
and tied round the neck of the bottle was a paper
label, with the words "DRINK ME," beautifully
printed on it in large letters.
It was all very well to say Drink me," but the
wise little Alice was not going to do that in a hurry.
" No, I'll look first," she said, and see whether it's
marked 'poison' or not"; for she had read several
nice little stories about children who had got burnt,

and eaten up by wild beasts and other unpleasant
things, all because they would not remember the
simple rules their friends had taught them; such as,
that a red-hot poker will burn you if you hold it too
long; and that if you cut your finger very deeply
with a knife, it usually bleeds; and she had never
forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle
marked "poison," it is almost certain to disagree
with you, sooner or later.
However, this bottle was not marked "poison,"
so Alice ventured to taste it, and finding it very
nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed flavour of
cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast turkey, toffee,
and hot buttered toast,) she very soon finished it off.
"What a curious feeling said Alice; "I must
be shutting up like a telescope."
And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches
high, and her face brightened up at the thought
that she was now the right size for going through
the little door into that lovely garden. First, how-
ever, she waited for a few minutes to see if she was
going to shrink any further: she felt a little nervous
about this; "for it might end, you know," said Alice
to herself, "in my going out altogether, like a

candle. I wonder what I should be like then?"
And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle
looks like after the candle is blown out, for she
could not remember ever having seen such a
After a while, finding that nothing more hap-
pened, she decided on going into the garden at
once; but, alas for poor Alice! when she got to
the door, she found she had forgotten the little
golden key, and when she went back to the table
for it, she found she could not possibly reach it:
she could see it quite plainly through the glass,
and she tried her best to climb up one of the legs
of the table, but it was too slippery; and when
she had tired herself out with trying, the poor
little thing sat down and cried.
"Come, there's no use in crying like that!" said
Alice to herself, rather sharply; "I advise you to
leave off this minute!" She generally gave herself
very good advice, (though she very seldom followed
it,) and sometimes she scolded herself so severely
as to bring tears into her eyes; and once she re-
membered trying to box her own ears for having
cheated herself in a game of croquet she was play-
ing against herself, for this curious child was very
fond of pretending to be two people. "But it's no
use now," thought poor Alice, "to pretend to be

two people! Why, there's hardly enough of me
left to make one respectable person "
Soon her eye fell on a little glass box that was
lying under the table: she opened it, and found in
it a very small cake, on which the words EAT
ME" were beautifully marked in currants. "Well,
I'll eat it," said Alice, "and if it makes me grow
larger, I can reach the key; and if it makes me
grow smaller, I can creep under the door; so either
way I'll get into the garden, and I don't care
which happens!"
She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to her-
self, "Which way? Which way?" holding her
hand on the top of her head to feel which way it
was growing, and she was quite surprised to find
that she remained the same size: to be sure, this
is what generally happens when one eats cake, but
Alice had got so much into the way of expecting
nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that
it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in
the common way.
So she set to work, and very soon finished off
the cake.

The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water.


URIOUSER and curiouser cried
Alice (she was so much surprised, that
for the moment she quite forgot how
to speak good English); "now I'm
opening out like the largest telescope that ever
was Good-bye, feet! (for when she looked down
at her feet, they seemed to be almost out of sight,
they were getting so far off) "Oh, my poor little
feet, I wonder who will put on your shoes and
stockings for you now, dears? I'm sure I
sha'n't be able I shall be a great deal too far off
to trouble myself about you: you must manage
the best way you can;-but I must be kind to
them," thought Alice, "or perhaps they won't walk
the way I want to go! Let me see: I'll give them.
a new pair of boots every Christmas."
And she went on planning to herself how she
would manage it. They must go by the carrier,"


she thought; "and how funny it'll seem, sending
presents to one's own feet! And how odd the
directions will look!
Alice's Right Foot, Esq.
near the Fender,
(with Alice's love).
Oh dear, what nonsense I'm talking!"
Just then her head struck against the roof of the
hall; in fact she was now rather more than nine
feet high, and she at once took up the little golden
key and hurried off to the garden door.
Poor Alice! It was as much as she could do,
lying down on one side, to look through into the
garden with one eye; but to get through was more
hopeless than ever: she sat down and began to
cry again.
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself," said
Alice, a great girl like you," (she might well say
this), "to go on crying in this way! Stop this
moment, I tell you!" But she went on all the
same, shedding gallons of tears, until there was a
large pool all round her, about four inches deep
and reaching half down the hall.
After a time she heard a little pattering of feet
in the distance, and she hastily dried her eyes to

see what was coming. It was the White Rabbit
returning, splendidly dressed, with a pair of white
kid gloves in one hand and a large fan in the
other: he came trotting along in a great hurry,
muttering to himself as he came, "Oh! the
Duchess, the Duchess! Oh! won't she be savage
if I've kept her waiting Alice felt so desperate
that she was ready to ask help of any one; so,
when the Rabbit came near her, she began, in a
low, timid voice, "If you please, sir- The
Rabbit started violently, dropped the white kid
gloves and the fan, and skurried away into the
darkness as hard as he could go.
Alice took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall
was very hot, she kept fanning herself all the time
she went on talking: "Dear, dear How queer
everything is to-day And yesterday things went
on just as usual. I wonder if I've been changed
in the night ? Let me think: was I the same
when I got up this morning ? I almost think I can
remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not
the same, the next question is, Who in the world
am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle!" And she
began thinking over all the children she knew, that
were of the same age as herself, to see if she could
have been changed for any of them.
"I'm sure I'm not Ada," she said, for her hair


goes in such long ringlets, and mine doesn't go in
ringlets at all; and I'm sure I can't be Mabel, for I
know all sorts of things, and she, oh! she knows
such a very little! Besides, she's she, and Im I,
and-oh dear, how puzzling it all is! I'll try if I
know all the things I used to know. Let me see:
four times five is twelve, and four times six is thir-
teen, and four times seven is-oh dear I shall
never get to twenty at that rate! However, the
Multiplication Table doesn't signify: let's try
Geography. London is the capital of Paris, and
Paris is the capital of Rome, and Rome-no,
that's all wrong, I'm certain I must have been
changed for Mabel! I'll try and say How doth
the little- '" and she crossed her hands on her lap
as if she were saying lessons, and began to repeat
it, but her voice sounded hoarse and strange, and
the words did not come the same as they used
to do:
How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale !

How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spread his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws /"

"I'm sure those are not the right words," said
poor Alice, and her eyes filled with tears again as
she went on, "I must be Mabel after all, and I
shall have to go and live in that poky little house,
and have next to no toys to play with, and oh! ever
so many lessons to learn No, I've made up my
mind about it; if I'm Mabel, I'll stay down here!


"And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws "

It'll be no use their putting their heads down and
saying 'Come up again, dear !' I shall only look
up and say, 'Who am I then ? Tell me that first,
and then, if I like being that person, I'll come up:
if not I'll stay down here till I'm somebody else'
-but, oh dear !" cried Alice, with a sudden burst
of tears, "I do wish they would put their heads

down! I am so very tired of being all alone
As she said this she looked down at her hands,
and was surprised to see that she had put on one
of the Rabbit's little white kid gloves while she
was talking. How can I have done that ?" she
thought. I must be growing small again." She
got up and went to the table to measure herself by
it, and found that, as nearly as she could guess,
she was now about two feet high, and was going on
shrinking rapidly: she soon found out that the
cause of this was the fan she was holding, and she
dropped it hastily, just in time to save herself
from shrinking away altogether.
That was a narrow escape !" said Alice, a good
deal frightened at the sudden change, but very
glad to find herself still in existence; "and now
for the garden and she ran with all speed back
to the little door: but alas! the little door was
shut again, and the little golden key was lying on
the glass table as before, "and things are worse
than ever," thought the poor child, "for I never
was so small as this before, never! And I declare
it's too bad, that it is "
As she said these words her foot slipped, and in
another moment, splash! she was up to her chin in
ralt water. Her first idea was that she had some-


how fallen into the sea, and in that case I can go
back by railway," she said to -herself. (Alice had
been to the seaside once in her life, and had come
to the general conclusion, that wherever you go to
on the English coast you find a number of bathing
machines in the sea, some children digging in the
sand with wooden spades, then a row of lodging
houses, and behind them a railway station.) How-
ever she soon made out that she was in the pool
of tears which she had wept when she was nine
feet high.
"I wish I hadn't cried so much! said Alice, as
she swam about, trying to find her way out. "I
shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being
drowned in my own tears! That will be a queer
thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer
Just then she heard something splashing about
in the pool a little way off, and she swam nearer to
make out what it was: at first she thought it must
be a walrus or hippopotamus, but then she remem-
bered how small she was now, and she soon made
out that it was only a mouse that had slipped in
like herself.
"Would it be of any use now," thought Alice,
"to speak to this mouse ? Everything is so out-of-
the-way down here, that I should think very likely

it can talk: at any rate there's no harm in trying."
So she began: "0 Mouse, do you know the way
out of this pool ? I am very tired of swimming about
here, 0 Mouse (Alice thought this must be the
right way of speaking to a mouse: she had never
done such a thing before, but she remembered
having seen in her brother's Latin Grammar, "A
mouse-of a mouse-to a mouse-a mouse-0
mouse!") The Mouse looked at her rather inquisi-
tively, and seemed to her to wink with one of its
little eyes, but it said nothing.
"Perhaps it doesn't understand English," thought
Alice; "I dare say it's a French mouse, come over
with William the Conqueror." (For, with all her
knowledge of history, Alice had no very clear
notion how long ago anything had happened.) So
she began again : Ou est ma chatte ?" which was
the first sentence in her French lesson-book. The
Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water, and
seemed to quiver all over with fright. Oh, I beg
your pardon cried Alice hastily, afraid that she
had hurt the poor animal's feelings. "I quite for-
got you didn't like cats."
"Not like cats!" cried the Mouse, in a shrill
passionate voice. "Would you like cats if you
were me ? "
"Well, perhaps not," said Alice in a soothing

tone: "don't be angry about it. And yet I wish
I could show you our cat Dinah: I think you'd
take a fancy to cats if you could only see her.
She is such a dear quiet thing," Alice went on, half
to herself, as she swam lazily about in the pool,
"and she sits purring so nicely by the fire, licking
her paws and washing her face-and she is such a
nice soft thing to nurse-and she's such a capital
one for catching mice--oh, I beg your pardon !"
cried Alice again, for this time the Mouse was
bristling all over, and she felt certain it must
be really offended. We won't talk about her any
more if you'd rather not."
"We, indeed cried the Mouse, who was trem-
bling down to the end of his tail. As if I would
talk on such a subject! Our family always hated
cats : nasty, low, vulgar things Don't let me
hear the name again !"
"I won't indeed! said Alice, in a great hurry
to change the subject of conversation. "Are you
-are you fond-of-of dogs ?" The Mouse did not
answer, so Alice went on eagerly: There is such
a nice little dog near our house I should like to
show you A little bright-eyed terrier, you know,
with oh! such long curly brown hair! And it'll
fetch things when you throw them, and it'll sit up
and beg for its dinner, and all sorts of things-I

can't remember half of them-and it belongs to a
farmer, you know, and he says it's so useful, it's
worth a hundred pounds He says it kills all the
rats and-oh dear! cried Alice in a sorrowful tone.
"I'm afraid I've offended it again!" For the
Mouse was swimming away from her as hard as it
could go, and making quite a commotion in the
pool as it went.


Alice led the way, and the whole party swam to the shore.
So she called softly after it: "Mouse dear Do
come back again, and we won't talk about cats or
dogs either, if you don't like them !" When the
Mouse heard this, it turned round and swam slowly
back to her: its face was quite pale (with passion,
Alice thought), and it said in a low trembling
voice, Let us get to the shore, and then I'll tell

you my history, and you'll understand why it is I
hate cats and dogs."
It was high time to go, for the pool was getting
quite crowded with the birds and animals that had
fallen into it: there were a Duck and a Dodo, a
Lory and an Eaglet, and several other curious
creatures. Alice led the way, and the whole party
swam to the shore.


T HEY were indeed a queer-looking party
that assembled on the bank-the birds
with draggled feathers, the animals with
their fur clinging close to them, and all
dripping wet, cross, and uncomfortable.
The first question of course was, how to get dry
again: they had a consultation about this, and
after a few minutes it seemed quite natural to
Alice to find herself talking familiarly with them,
as if she had known them all her life. Indeed, she
had quite a long argument with the Lory, who at
last turned sulky, and would only say, "I am
older than you, and must know better"; and this
Alice would not allow without knowing how old it
was, and, as the Lory positively refused to tell its
age, there was no more to be said.
At last the Mouse, who seemed to be a person
of authority among them, called out Sit down,
all of you, and listen to me! I'll soon make you
dry enough! They all sat down at once, in a
large ring, with the Mouse in the middle. Alice
kept her eyes anxiously fixed on it, for she felt

sure she would catch a bad cold if she did not get
dry very soon.
"Ahem! said the Mouse with an important
air. Are you all ready ? This is the driest thing
I know. Silence all round, if you please! 'William
the Conqueror, whose cause was favoured by the
pope, was soon submitted to by the English, who
wanted leaders, and had been of late much accus-
tomed to usurpation and conquest. Edwin and
Morcar, the earls of Mercia and Northumbria- '"
Ugh said the Lory, with a shiver.
I beg your pardon !" said the Mouse, frowning,
but very politely : Did you speak ?"
Not I!" said the Lory, hastily.
I thought you did," said the Mouse.-" I
proceed. 'Edwin and Morcar, the earls of Mercia
and Northumbria, declared for him; and even
Stigand, the patriotic archbishop of Canterbury,
found it advisable- "
Found what ? said the Duck.
"Found it," the Mouse replied rather crossly:
"of course you know what 'it' means."
I know what' it' means well enough, when I
find a thing," said the Duck; it's generally a frog
or a worm. The question is, what did the arch-
bishop find ?"
The Mouse did not notice this question, but

hurriedly went on, "'-- found it advisable to go
with Edgar Atheling to meet William and offer
him the crown. William's conduct at first was
moderate. But the insolence of his Normans-
How are you getting on now, my dear ? it con-
tinued, turning to Alice as it spoke.
"As wet as ever," said Alice in a melancholy
tone: "it doesn't seem to dry me at all."
In that case," said the Dodo solemnly, rising to
its feet, "I move that the meeting adjourn, for the
immediate adoption of more energetic remedies-"
Speak English !" said the Eaglet. "I don't
know the meaning of half those long words, and,
what's more, I don't believe you do either! And
the Eaglet bent down its head to hide a smile:
some of the other birds tittered audibly.
What I was going to say," said the Dodo in an
offended tone, "was, that the best thing to get us
dry would be a Caucus-race."
What is a Caucus-race ? said Alice; not that
she much wanted to know, but the Dodo had paused
as if it thought that somebody ought to speak,
and no one else seemed inclined to say anything.
Why," said the Dodo, "the best way to explain
it is to do it." (And, as you might like to try the
thing yourself some winter day, I will tell you how
the Dodo managed it.)


First it marked out a race-course, in a sort of
circle, (" the exact shape doesn't matter," it said,)
and then all the party were placed along the course,
here and there. There was no "One, two, three,
and away," but they began running when they
liked, and left off when they liked, so that it was
not easy to know when the race was over. How-
ever, when they had been running half an hour or
so, and were quite dry again, the Dodo suddenly
called out The race is over! and they all crowded
round it, panting, and asking But who has won?"
This question the Dodo could not answer without
a great deal of thought, and it sat for a long
time with one finger pressed upon its forehead, (the
position in which you usually see Shakespeare, in
the pictures of him), while the rest waited in
silence. At last the Dodo said, "Everybody has
won, and all must have prizes."
"But who is to give the prizes ?" quite a chorus
of voices asked.
"Why, she, of course," said the Dodo, pointing
to Alice with one finger; and the whole party at
once crowded round her, calling out in a confused
way, "Prizes Prizes !"
Alice had no idea what to do, and in despair she
put her hand in her pocket, and pulled out a box
of comfits, (luckily the salt water had not got

"You are not attending!" said the Mouse to
Alice, severely. "What are you thinking of? "
"I beg your pardon," said Alice very humbly :
"you had got to the fifth bend, I think ? "
I had not!" cried the Mouse, sharply and very
"A knot!" said Alice, always ready to make
herself useful, and looking anxiously about her.
"Oh, do let me help to undo it! "
"I shall do nothing of the sort," said the Mouse,
getting up and walking away. "You insult me by
talking such nonsense !"
"I didn't mean it! pleaded poor Alice. "But
you're so easily offended, you know !"
The Mouse only growled in reply.
Please come back, and finish your story! Alice
called after it; and the others all joined in a chorus,
"Yes, please do!" but the Mouse only shook its
head impatiently, and walked a little quicker.
"What a pity it wouldn't stay!" sighed the
Lory, as soon as it was quite out of sight; and an
old crab took the opportunity of saying to her
daughter, "Ah, my dear Let this be a lesson to
you never to lose your temper!" "Hold your
tongue, Ma !" said the young crab, a little snap-
pishly. "You're enough to try the patience of an
oyster !"

"I wish I had our Dinah here, I know I do!"
said Alice aloud, addressing nobody in particular.
"She'd soon fetch it back "
"And who is Dinah, if I might venture to ask
the question ?" said the Lory.

One old magpie began wrapping itself up very carefully.
Alice replied eagerly, for she was always ready
to talk about her pet. "Dinah's our cat. And
she's such a capital one for catching mice, you can't
think! And oh, I wish you could see her after the
birds Why, she'll eat a little bird as soon as look
at it!"
This speech caused a remarkable sensation


among the party. Some of the birds hurried off
at once: one old magpie began wrapping itself up
very carefully, remarking, "I really must be getting
home; the night-air doesn't suit my throat!" and

Alice began to cry again.

a canary called out in a trembling voice to its
children, "Come away, my dears! It's high time
you were all in bed! On various pretexts they
all moved off, and Alice was soon left alone.
"I wish I hadn't mentioned Dinah!" she said to

herself in a melancholy tone. Nobody seems to
like her, down here, and I'm sure she's the best cat
in the world! Oh, my dear Dinah! I wonder if
I shall ever see you any more! And here poor
Alice began to cry again, for she felt very lonely
and low-spirited. In a little while, however, she
again heard a little pattering of footsteps in the
distance, and she looked up eagerly, half hoping
that the Mouse had changed his mind, and was
coming back to finish his story.


IT was the White Rabbit, trotting slowly back
again, and looking anxiously about as it
went, as if it had lost something; and she
heard it muttering to itself, "The Duchess!
The Duchess! Oh my dear paws! Oh my fur and
whiskers! She'll get me executed, as sure as ferrets
are ferrets! Where can I have dropped them, I
wonder! Alice guessed in a moment that it was
looking for the fan and the pair of white kid
gloves, and she very goodnaturedly began hunting
about for them, but they were nowhere to be seen

-everything seemed to have changed since her
swim in the pool, and the great hall, with the
glass table and the little door, had vanished
Very soon the Rabbit noticed Alice, as she went
hunting about, and called out to her in an angry
tone, Why, Mary Ann, what are you doing out
here? Run home this moment, and fetch me a
pair of gloves and a fan! Quick, now!" And
SAlice was so much frightened that she ran off at
once in the direction it pointed to, without trying
to explain the mistake that it had made.
"He took me for his housemaid," she said to her-
self as she ran. "How surprised he'll be when he
finds out who I am! But I'd better take him his
fan and gloves-that is, if I can find them." As
she said this, she came. upon a neat little house, on
the door of which was a bright brass plate with the
name "W. RABBIT," engraved upon it. She went
in without knocking, and hurried up stairs, in great
fear lest she should meet the real Mary Ann, and
be turned out of the house before she had found
the fan and gloves.
"How queer it seems," Alice said to herself, "to
be going messages for a rabbit! I suppose Dinah'll
Sbe sending me on messages next!" And she began
fancying the sort of thing that would happen:
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"'Miss Alice! Come here directly, and get ready
for your walk!' 'Coming in a minute, nurse! But
I've got to watch this mousehole till Dinah comes
back, and see that the mouse doesn't get out.' Only
I don't think," Alice went on, "that they'd let
Dinah stop in the house if it began ordering people
about like that!"
By this time she had found her way into a tidy
little room with a table in the window, and on it
(as she hadhoped) a fan and two or three pairs of tiny
white kid gloves : she took up the fan and a pair
of the gloves, and was just going to leave the room,
when her eye fell upon a little bottle that stood
near the looking-glass. There was no label this
time with the words "DRINK ME," but neverthe-
less she uncorked it and put it to her lips. "I
know something interesting is sure to happen," she
said to herself, "whenever I eat or drink anything;
so I'll just see what this bottle does. I do hope
it'll make me grow large again, for really I'm quite
tired of being such a tiny little thing!"
It did so indeed, and much sooner than she had
expected: before she had drunk half the bottle,
she found her head pressing against the ceiling,
and had to stoop to save her neck from being broken.
She hastily put down the bottle, saying to herself,
"That's quite enough-I hope I sha'n't grow any

more-As it is, I can't get out at the door-I do
wish I hadn't drunk quite so much!"
Alas! it was too late to wish that! She went
on growing and growing, and very soon had to
kneel down on the floor: in another minute there
was not even room for this, and she tried the effect
of lying down with one elbow against the door, and
the other arm curled round her head. Still she
went on growing, and, as a last resource, she put
one arm out of the window, and one foot up the
chimney, and said to herself, "Now I can do no
more, whatever happens. What will become of
Luckily for Alice, the little magic bottle had now
had its full effect, and she grew no larger: still it
was very uncomfortable, and, as there seemed to
be no sort of chance of her ever getting out of the
room again, no wonder she felt unhappy.
It was much pleasanter at home," thought poor
Alice, when one wasn't always growing larger
and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and
rabbits. I almost wish I hadn't gone down that
rabbit-hole-and yet-and yet-it's rather curious,
you know, this sort of life! I do wonder what
can have happened to me! When I used to read
fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never hap-
pened, and now here I am in the middle of one 1

There ought to be a book written about me, that
there ought! And when I grow up, I'll write one-
but I'm grown up now," she added in a sorrowful
tone, "at least there's no room to grow up any
more here."
"But then," thought Alice, "shall I never get
any older than I am now ? That'll be a comfort,
one way-never to be an old woman-but then-
always to have lessons to learn Oh, I shouldn't
like that!"
"Oh, you foolish Alice !" she answered herself.
"How can you learn lessons in here? Why,
there's hardly room for you, and no room at all for
any lesson-books !"
And so she went on, taking first one side and
then the other, and making quite a conversation of
it altogether, but after a few minutes she heard a
voice outside, and stopped to listen.
"Mary Ann! Mary Ann!" said the voice,
"fetch me my gloves this moment!" Then came
a little pattering of feet on the stairs. Alice knew
it was the Rabbit coming to look for her, and she
trembled till she shook the house, quite forgetting
that she was now about a thousand times as large
as the Rabbit, and had no reason to be afraid of it.
Presently the Rabbit came up to the door, and
tried to open it, but, as the door opened inwards,

and Alice's elbow was pressed hard against it, that
attempt proved a failure. Alice heard it say to
itself, "Then I'll go round and get in at the
That you won't!" thought Alice, and, after
waiting till she fancied she heard the Rabbit just
under the window, she suddenly spread out her
hand, and made a snatch in the air. She did not
get hold of anything, but she heard a little shriek
and a fall, and a crash of broken glass, from which
she concluded that it was just possible it had
fallen into a cucumber-frame, or something of the
Next came an angry voice-the Rabbit's-"Pat!
Pat! Where are you ?" And then a voice she
had never heard before, Sure then I'm here!
Digging for apples, yer honour !"
"Digging for apples, indeed !" said the Rabbit
angrily. "Here! Come and help me out of
this!" (Sounds of more broken glass.)
"Now tell me, Pat, what's that in the window?"
Sure, it's an arm, yer honour!" (He pro-
nounced it "arrum.")
"An arm, you goose Who ever saw one that
size ? Why, it fills the whole window "
Sure, it does, yer honour: but it's an arm for
all that."

"Well, it's got no business there, at any rate:
go and take it away "
There was a long silence after this, and Alice
could only hear whispers now and then; such as,
"Sure, I don't like it, yer honour, at all at all !"
"Do as I tell you, you coward and at last she
spread out her hand again, and made another
snatch in the air. This time there were two little
shrieks, and more sounds of broken glass. "What
a number of cucumber frames there must be!"
thought Alice. "I wonder what they'll do next!
As for pulling me out of the window, I only wish
they could! I'm sure I don't want to stay in here
any longer! "
She waited for some time without hearing any-
thing more : at last came a rumbling of little cart-
wheels, and the sound of a good many voices all
talking together: she made out the words:
"Where's the other ladder ?-Why, I hadn't to
bring but one; Bill's got the other-Bill! fetch
it here, lad!-Here, put 'em up at this corner-No,
tie 'em together first-they don't reach half high
enough yet-Oh! they'll do well enough; don't
be particular-Here, Bill! catch hold of this rope
-Will the roof bear ?-Mind that loose slate-
Oh, it's coming down! Heads below !" (a loud
crash)-" Now, who did that?-It was Bill, I fancy

-Who's to go down the chimney ?-Nay, I
sha'n't! You do it ?-That I won't, then !-Bill's
to go down-Here, Bill! the master says you've
got to go down the chimney "
"Oh So Bill's got to come down the chimney,
has he? said Alice to herself. "Why, they seem
to put everything upon Bill! I wouldn't be in
Bill's place for a good deal: this fireplace is narrow
to be sure; but I think I can kick a little "
She drew her foot as far down the chimney as
she could, and waited till she heard a little animal
(she couldn't guess of what sort it was) scratching
and scrambling about in the chimney close above
her: then, saying to herself, This is Bill," she
gave one sharp kick, and waited to see what would
happen next.
The first thing she heard was a general chorus
of "There goes Bill!" then the Rabbit's voice
alone-" Catch him, you by the hedge !" then
silence, and then another confusion of voices-
"Hold up his head-Brandy now-Don't choke
him-How was it, old fellow ? What happened to
you ? Tell us all about it!"
Last came a little feeble, squeaking voice,
("That's Bill," thought Alice,) "Well, I hardly
know-No more, thank'ye; I'm better now-but
I'm a deal too flustered to tell you-all I know is,


something comes at me like a Jack-in-the-box, and
up I goes like a sky-rocket! "
So you did, old fellow said the others.
We must burn the house down !" said the

A shower of little pebbles came rattling in at the window.

Rabbit's voice, and Alice called out as loud as
she could, If you do, I'll set Dinah at you !"
There was a dead silence instantly, and Alice
thought to herself, "I wonder what they will do
next! If they had any sense, they'd take the roof
off. After a minute or two, they began moving

about again, and Alice heard the Rabbit say, A
barrowful will do, to begin with."
"A barrowful of what ? thought Alice; but
she had not long to doubt, for the next moment a
shower of little pebbles came rattling in at the
window, and some of them hit her in the face.
" I'll put a stop to this," she said to herself, and
shouted out, "You'd better not do that again!"
which produced another dead silence.
Alice noticed with some surprise that the pebbles
were all turning into little cakes as they lay on the
floor, and a bright idea came into her head. If
I eat one of these cakes," she thought, "it's sure to
make some change in my size ; and as it can't
possibly make me larger, it must make me smaller,
I suppose.
So she swallowed one of the cakes, and was de-
lighted to find that she began shrinking directly.
As soon as she was small enough to get through
the door, she ran out of the house, and found quite
a crowd of little animals and birds waiting outside.
The poor little Lizard, Bill, was in the middle,
being held up by two guinea-pigs, who were giving
it something out of a bottle. They all made a
rush at Alice the moment she appeared; but she
ran off as hard as she could, and soon found her-
self safe in a thick wood.

"The first thing I've got to do," said Alice to
herself, as she wandered about in the wood, "is to
grow to my right size again; and the second thing
is to find my way into that lovely garden. I think
that will be the best plan."

The poor little Lizard, Bill, was being held up by two guinea-pigs.

It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and very
neatly and simply arranged; the only difficulty
was, that she had not the smallest idea how to
set about it; and while she was peering about
anxiously among the trees, a little sharp bark just
over her head made her look up in a great hurry.
An enormous puppy was looking down at her

with large round eyes, and feebly stretching out
one paw, trying to touch her. "Poor little thing!"
said Alice, in a coaxing tone, and she tried hard to
whistle to it; but she was terribly frightened all
the time at the thought that it might be hungry,
in which case it would be very likely to eat her up
in spite of all her coaxing.
Hardly knowing what she did, she picked up a
little bit of stick, and held it out to the puppy;
whereupon the puppy jumped into the air off all
its feet at once, with a yelp of delight, and rushed
at the stick, and made believe to worry it; then
Alice dodged behind a great thistle, to keep her-
self from being run over; and the moment she
appeared on the other side, the puppy made
another rush at the stick, and tumbled head over
heels in its hurry to get hold of it: then Alice,
thinking it was very like having a game of play
with a cart-horse, and expecting every moment to
be trampled under its feet, ran round the thistle
again; then the puppy began a series of short
charges at the stick, running a very little way for-
wards each time and a long way back, and barking
hoarsely all the while, till at last it sat down a
good way off, panting, with its tongue hanging out
of its mouth, and its great eyes half shut.
This seemed to Alice a good opportunity for

making her escape, so she set off at once, and ran
till she was quite tired and out of breath, and till
the puppy's bark sounded quite faint in the distance.
And yet what a dear little puppy it was!" said
Alice, as she leant against a buttercup to rest her-
self, and fanned herself with one of the leaves: "I
should have liked teaching it tricks very much, if
-if I'd only been the right size to do it! Oh
dear! I'd nearly forgotten that I've got to grow up
again! Let me see-how is it to be managed? I
suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other;
but the great question is, what ? "
The great question certainly was, what? Alice
looked all round her at the flowers and the blades
of grass, but she could not see anything that looked
like the right thing to eat or drink under the cir-
cumstances. There was a large mushroom growing
near her, about the same height as herself, and
when she had looked under it, and on both sides of
it, and behind it, it occurred to her that she might
as well look and see what was on the top of it.
She stretched herself up on tiptoe, and peeped
over the edge of the mushroom, and her eyes
immediately met those of a large blue cater-
pillar, that was sitting on the top with its arms
folded, quietly smoking a long hookah, and taking
not the smallest notice of her or of anything else.

HE Caterpillar and Alice looked at each
other for some time in silence: at last
the Caterpillar took the hookah out of
its mouth, and addressed her in a languid,
sleepy voice.
Who are you ? said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging opening for a con-
versation. Alice replied, rather shyly, I-I
hardly know, sir, just at present-at least I know
who I was when I got up this morning, but I think
I must have been changed several times since then."
"What do you mean by that?" said the Cater-
pillar sternly. Explain yourself!"
I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir," said
Alice, "because I'm not myself, you see."
"I don't see," said the Caterpillar.
"I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly," Alice
replied very politely, "for I can't understand it

myself to begin with; and being so many different
sizes in a day is very confusing."
"It isn't," said the Caterpillar.
"Well, perhaps you haven't found it so yet,"
said Alice; but when you have to turn into a
chrysalis-you will some day, you know-and then
after that into a butterfly, I should think you'll
feel it a little queer, won't you?"
Not a bit," said the Caterpillar.
"Well, perhaps your feelings may be different,"
said Alice; "all I know is, it would feel very
queer to me."
"You!" said the Caterpillar contemptuously.
"Who are you ? "
Which brought them back again to the begin-
ning of the conversation. Alice felt a little
irritated at the Caterpillar's making such very
short remarks, and she drew herself up and said,
very gravely, "I think you ought to tell me who
you are, first."
Why ? said the Caterpillar.
Here was another puzzling question; and, as
Alice could not think of any good reason, and as
the Caterpillar seemed to be in a very unpleasant
state of mind, she turned away.
Come back! the Caterpillar called after her.
" I've something important to say !"

- .


This sounded promising, certainly: Alice turned
and came back again.
"Keep your temper," said the Caterpillar.
"Is that all ?" said Alice, swallowing down her
anger as well as she could.
"No," said the Caterpillar.
Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had
nothing else to do, and perhaps after all it might
tell her something worth hearing. For some
minutes it puffed away without speaking, but at
last it unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of
its mouth again, and said, "So you think you're
changed, do you ? "
"I'm afraid I am, sir," said Alice; "I can't re-
member things as I used-and I don't keep the
same size for ten minutes together "
Can't remember what things ? said the
"Well, I've tried to say 'How doth the little
busy bee,' but it all came different! Alice replied
in a very melancholy voice.
"Repeat You are old, Father William,'" said
the Caterpillar.
Alice folded her hands, and began:-
"You are old, father William," the young man said,
"And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head-
Do you think, at your age, it is right 1"


"In my youth,"father William replied to his son,
Ifeared it might injure the brain;
But now that iPm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again."

"I feared it might injure the brain."

" You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,
And have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door-
Pray, what is the reason of that ?"

" In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his grey locks
I kept all my limbs very supple
By i., use of this ointent-one shilling the box-
'.;. ,,i me to sell you a couple."


You are old," said the youth, and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak-
Pray, how did you manage to do it?"

"Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs I"

"In my youth," said his father, "I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life."

"You are old," said the youth; one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose-
What made you so awfully clever 1"

"I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"
Said his father ; don't give yourself airs /
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs / "

"That is not said right," said the Caterpillar.
"Not quite right, I'm afraid," said Alice, timidly;
"some of the words have got altered."
"It is wrong from beginning to end," said the
Caterpillar decidedly, and there was silence for some
The Caterpillar was the first to speak.
What size do you want to be?" it asked.
Oh, I'm not particular as to size," Alice hastily
replied; "only one doesn't like changing so often,
you know."
"I don't know," said the Caterpillar.
Alice said nothing : she had never been so much
contradicted in all her life before, and she felt that
she was losing her temper.
Are you content now?" said the Caterpillar.
"Well, I should like to be a little larger, sir, i
you wouldn't mind," said Alice : "three inches is
such a wretched height to be."
"It is a very good height indeed!" said the
Caterpillar angrily, rearing itself upright as it spoke
(it was exactly three inches high).
"But I'm not used to it!" pleaded poor Alice in

a piteous tone. And she thought to herself, "I
wish the creatures wouldn't be so easily offended."
"You'll get used to it in time," said the Cater-
pillar; and it put the hookah into its mouth and
began smoking again.
This time Alice waited patiently until it chose to
speak again. In a minute or two the Caterpillar
took the hookah out of its mouth and yawned once
or twice, and shook itself. Then it got down off
the mushroom, and crawled away into the grass,
merely remarking as it went, "One side will make
you grow taller, and the other side will make you
grow shorter."
One side of what ? The other side of what?"
thought Alice to herself.
Of the mushroom," said the Caterpillar, just as
if she had asked it aloud; and in another moment
it was out of sight.
Alice remained looking thoughtfully at the mush-
room for a minute, trying to make out which were the
two sides of it; and, as it was perfectly round, she
found this a very difficult question. However, at last
she stretched her arms round it as far as they would
go, and broke off a bit of the edge with each hand.
And now which is which ? she said to herself,
and nibbled a little of the right-hand bit to try the
effect: the next moment she felt a violent blow
underneath her chin; it had struck her foot!


She was a good deal frightened by this very
sudden change, but she felt that there was no time
to be lost, as she was shrinking rapidly; so she set
to work at once to eat some of the other bit.
Her chin was pressed so closely against her foot,
that there was hardly room to open her mouth;
but she did it at last, and managed to swallow a
morsel of the left-hand bit.
"Come, my head's free at last!" said Alice in a
tone of delight, which changed into alarm in
another moment, when she found that her shoulders
were nowhere to be found: all she could see when
she looked down, was an immense length of neck,
which seemed to rise like a stalk out of a sea of
green leaves that lay far below her.
What can all that green stuff be ? said Alice.
"And where have my shoulders goi to ? And oh,
my poor hands, how is it I can't see you? She
was moving them about as she spoke, but no result
seemed to follow, except a little shaking among the
distant green leaves.
As there seemed to be no chance of getting her
hands up to her head, she tried to get her head
down to them, and was delighted to find that her
neck would bend about easily in any direction, like


a serpent. She had just succeeded in curving it
down into a graceful zigzag, and was going to dive
in among the leaves, which she found to be nothing
but the tops of the trees under which she had been
wandering, when a sharp hiss made her draw back
in a hurry: a large pigeon had flown into her face,
and was beating her violently with its wings.
"Serpent!" screamed the Pigeon.

"Serpent !" screamed the Pigeon.
"I'm not a serpent!" said Alice indignantly.
"Let me alone!"

"Serpent, I say again!" repeated the Pigeon,
but in a more subdued tone, and added with a kind
of sob, I've tried every way, and nothing seems
to suit them!"
"I haven't the least idea what you're talking
about," said Alice.
I've tried the roots of trees, and I've tried
banks, and I've tried hedges," the Pigeon went on,
without attending to her; "but those serpents!
There's no pleasing them!"
Alice was more and more puzzled, but she
thought there was no use in saying anything more
till the Pigeon had finished.
"As if it wasn't trouble enough hatching the
eggs," said the Pigeon, "but I must be on the look
out for serpents night and day! Why, I haven't
had a wink of sleep these three weeks!"
"I'm very sorry you've been annoyed," said
Alice, who was beginning to see its meaning.
"And just as I'd taken the highest tree in the
wood," continued the Pigeon, raising its voice to a
shriek, and just as I was thinking I should be
free of them at last, they must needs come wrig-
gling down from the sky! Ugh, Serpent!"
"But I'm not a serpent, I tell you!" said Alice,
" I'm a-I'm a-"
"Well! What are you?" said the Pigeon. "I
can see you're trying to invent something!"

I-I'm a little girl," said Alice, rather doubt-
fully, as she remembered the number of changes
she had gone through that day.
"A likely story indeed!" said the Pigeon in a
tone of the deepest contempt. "I've seen a good
many little girls in my time, but never one with
such a neck as that! No, no! You're a serpent; and
there's no use denying it. I suppose you'll be tell-
ing me next that you never tasted an egg!"
"I have tasted eggs, certainly," said Alice, who
was a very truthful child; "but little girls eat eggs
quite as much as serpents do, you know."
"I don't believe it," said the Pigeon; "but if
they do, why then they're a kind of serpent, that's
all I can say."
This was such a new idea to Alice, that she was
quite silent for a minute or two, which gave the
Pigeon the opportunity of adding, "You're looking
for eggs, I know that well enough; and what does
it matter to me whether you're a little girl or a
serpent "
"It matters a good deal to me," said Alice
hastily; "but I'm not looking for eggs, as it happens;
and if I was, I shouldn't want yours: I don't like
them raw."
Well, be off, then! said the Pigeon in a sulky
tone, as it settled down again into its nest. Alice

crouched down among the trees as well as she
could, for her neck kept getting entangled among
the branches, and every now and then she had to
stop and untwist it. After a while she remembered
that she still held the pieces of mushroom in her
hands, and she set to work very carefully, nibbling
first at one and then at the other, and growing
sometimes taller and sometimes shorter, until she
had succeeded in bringing herself down to her usual
It was so long since she had been anything near
the right size, that it felt quite strange at first,
but she got used to it in a few minutes, and
began talking to herself as usual. Come, there's
half my plan done now! How puzzling all these
changes are! I'm never sure what I'm going to
be from one minute to another! However, I've
got back to my right size: the next thing is, to get
into that beautiful garden-how is that to be done,
I wonder ?" As she said this, she came suddenly
upon an open place, with a little house in it about
four feet high. "Whoever lives there," thought
Alice, "it'll never do to come upon them this size:
why, I should frighten them out of their wits!"
So she began nibbling at the right-hand bit again,
and did not venture to go near the house till she
had brought herself down to nine inches high.

The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice.

FOR a minute or two she stood looking at
the house, and wondering what to do
next, when suddenly a footman in livery
came running out of the wood- (she
considered him to be a footman because he was in
livery: otherwise, judging by his face only, she would
have called him a fish)-and rapped loudly at the
door with his knuckles. It was opened by another
footman in livery, with a round face and large eyes
like a frog; and both footmen, Alice noticed, had
powdered hair that curled all over their heads.

She felt very curious to know what it was all about,
and crept a little way out of the wood to listen.
The Fish-Footman began by producing from
under his arm a great letter, nearly as large as
himself, and this he handed over to the other, say-
ing, in a solemn tone, "For the Duchess. An
invitation from the Queen to play croquet." The
Frog-Footman repeated, in the same solemn tone,
only changing the order of the words a little,
"From the Queen. An invitation for the Duchess
to play croquet."
Then they both bowed low, and their curls got
entangled together.
Alice laughed so much at this, that she had to
run back into the wood for fear of their hearing
her; and when she next peeped out the Fish-
Footman was gone, and the other was sitting on
the ground near the door, staring stupidly up into
the sky.
Alice went timidly up to the door, and knocked.
There's no sort of use in knocking," said the
Footman, "and that for two reasons. First, be-
cause I'm on the same side of the door as you are;
secondly, because they're making such a noise in-
side, no one could possibly hear you." And cer-
tainly there was a most extraordinary noise going
on within-a constant howling and sneezing, and


every now and then a great crash, as if a dish or
kettle had been broken to pieces.
Please, then," said Alice, "how am I to get in ?"
"There might be some sense in your knocking,"
the Footman went on, without attending to her,
"if we had the door between us. For instance, if
you were inside, you might knock, and I could let
you out, you know." He was looking up into the
sky all the time he was speaking, and this Alice
thought decidedly uncivil. "But perhaps he can't
help it," she said to herself; "his eyes are so very
nearly at the top of his head. But at any rate he
might answer questions.-How am I to get in ?"
she repeated, aloud.
I shall sit here," the Footman remarked, "till
At this moment the door of the house opened,
and a large plate came skimming out, straight at
the Footman's head: it just grazed his nose, and
broke to pieces against one of the trees behind him.
"-- or next day, maybe," the Footman con-
tinued in the same tone, exactly as if nothing had
How am I to get in ?" asked Alice again in a
louder tone.
"Are you to get in at all ?" said the Footman.
" That's the first question, you know."

It was, no doubt; only Alice did not like to be
told so. "It's really dreadful," she muttered to
herself, the way all the creatures argue. It's
enough to drive one crazy !"
The Footman seemed to think this a good op-
portunity of repeating his remark, with variations,
"I shall sit here," he said, "on and off, for days
and days."
"But what am I to do ?" said Alice.
"Anything you like," said the Footman, and
began whistling.
"Oh, there's no use in talking to him," said
Alice desperately: "he's perfectly idiotic !" And
she opened the door and went in.
The door led right into a large kitchen, which
was full of smoke from one end to the other: the
Duchess was sitting on a three-legged stool in the
middle, nursing a baby; the cook was leaning over
the fire, stirring a large cauldron which seemed to
be full of soup.
"There's certainly too much pepper in that
soup!" Alice said to herself, as well as she could
for sneezing.
There was certainly too much of it in the air.
Even the Duchess sneezed occasionally; and as for
the baby, it was sneezing and howling alternately
without a moment's pause. The only two creatures

in the kitchen that did not sneeze, were the cook,
and a large cat which was sitting on the hearth and
grinning from ear to ear.
"Please, would you tell me," said Alice, a little
timidly, for she was not quite sure whether it was
good manners for her to speak first, "why your
cat grins like that? "
"It's a Cheshire cat," said the Duchess, "and
that's why. Pig! "
She said the last word with such sudden violence
that Alice quite jumped; but she saw in another
moment that it was addressed to the baby, and not
to her, so she took courage, and went on again :-
"I didn't know that Cheshire cats always
grinned; in fact, I didn't know that cats could
"They all can," said the Duchess; "and most
of 'em do."
"I don't know of any that do," Alice said very
politely, feeling quite pleased to have got into
a conversation.
You don't know much," said the Duchess; "and
that's a fact."
Alice did not at all like the tone of this remark,
and thought it would be as well to introduce some
other subject of conversation. While she was
trying to fix on one, the cook took the cauldron of

soup off the fire, and at once set to work throwing
everything within her reach at the Duchess and
the baby-the fire-irons came first; then followed
a shower of saucepans, plates, and dishes. The
Duchess took no notice of them even when they
hit her; and the baby was howling so much already,
that it was quite impossible to say whether the
blows hurt it or not.
"Oh, please mind what you're doing!" cried
Alice, jumping up and down in an agony of terror.
"Oh, there goes his precious nose !" as an un-
usually large saucepan flew close by it, and very
nearly carried it off.
If everybody minded their own business," said
the Duchess in a hoarse growl, "the world would
go round a deal faster than it does."
"Which would not be an advantage," said Alice,
who felt very glad to get an opportunity of show-
ing off a little of her knowledge. "Just think
what work it would make with the day and night!
You see the earth takes twenty-four hours to turn
round on its axis-"
Talking of axes," said the Duchess, "chop off
her head!"
Alice glanced rather anxiously at the cook, to
see if she meant to take the hint; but the cook
was busily stirring the soup, and seemed not


to be listening, so she went on again: "Twenty-
four hours, I think; or is it twelve ? I- "
"Oh, don't bother me," said the Duchess; "I
never could abide figures! And with that she
began nursing her child again, singing a sort of
lullaby to it as she did so, and giving it a violent
shake at the end of every line :-
"Speak roughly to your little boy,
And beat him when he sneezes;
He only does it to annoy,
Because he knozos it teases."

(In which the cook and the baby joined):-
Wow / wow I wow /"

While the Duchess sang the second verse of the
song, she kept tossing the baby violently up and
down, and the poor little thing howled so, that
Alice could hardly hear the words:-
I speak severely to my boy,
I beat him when he sneezes;
For he can thoroughly enjoy
The pepper when he pleases /"

Wow / wow / wow"

"Here! you may nurse it a bit, if you like !"
said the Duchess to Alice, flinging the baby at her

as she spoke. I must go and get ready to play
croquet with the Queen," and she hurried out of
the room. The cook threw a frying-pan after her
as she went out, but it just missed her.
Alice caught the baby with some difficulty, as it
was a queer-shaped little creature, and held out its
arms and legs in all directions, "just like a star-
fish," thought Alice. The poor little thing was
snorting like a steam-engine when she caught it,
and kept doubling itself up and straightening itself
out again, so that altogether, for the first minute
or two, it was as much as she could do to hold it.
As soon as she had made out the proper way of
nursing it (which was to twist it up into a sort
of knot, and then keep tight hold of its right ear
and left foot, so as to prevent its undoing itself,)
she carried it out into the open air. "If I don't
take this child away with me," thought Alice,
"they're sure to kill it in a day or two : wouldn't
it be murder to leave it behind ? She said the
last words out loud, and the little thing grunted
in reply (it had left off sneezing by this time).
"Don't grunt," said Alice; "that's not at all.a
proper way of expressing yourself."
The baby grunted again, and Alice looked very
anxiously into its face to see what was the matter
with it. There could be no doubt that it had a



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very turn-up nose, much more like a snout than
a real nose; also its eyes were getting extremely
small for a baby: altogether Alice did not like the
look of the thing at all. "But perhaps it was

So she set the little creature down.

only sobbing," she thought, and looked into its
eyes again, to see if there were any tears.
No, there were no tears. "If you're going to
turn into a pig, my dear," said Alice, seriously,
"I'll have nothing more to do with you. Mind
now!" The poor little thing sobbed again (or

grunted, it was impossible to say which), and they
went on for some while in silence.
Alice was just beginning to think to herself,
" Now, what am I to do with this creature when I
get it home ? when it grunted again, so violently,
that she looked down into its face in some alarm.
This time there could be no mistake about it: it
was neither more nor less than a pig, and she felt
that it would be quite absurd for her to carry it
any further.
So she set the little creature down, and felt
quite relieved to see it trot away quietly into the
wood. If it had grown up," she said to herself,
" it would have made a dreadfully ugly child: but
it makes rather a handsome pig, I think." And
she began thinking over other children she knew,
who might do very well as pigs, and was just say-
ing to herself, if one only knew the right way to
change them-- when she was a little startled
by seeing the Cheshire Cat sitting on a bough of
a tree a few yards off.
The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice. It
looked good-natured, she thought: still it had very
long claws and a great many teeth, so she felt
it ought to be treated with respect.
"Cheshire Puss," she began, rather timidly, as
she did not at all know whether it would like the

Alice was a little startled by seeing the Cheshire Cat sitting on
a bough of a tree.

name: however, it only grinned a little wider.
" Come, it's pleased so far," thought Alice, and she
went on, "Would you tell me, please, which way
I ought to walk from here ? "
That depends a good deal on where you want
to get to," said the Cat.
"I don't much care where- said Alice.
"Then it doesn't matter which way you walk,"
said the Cat.
"-- so long as I get somewhere," Alice added
as an explanation.
Oh, you're sure to do that," said the Cat, "if
you only walk long enough."
Alice felt that this could not be denied, so she
tried another question. "What sort of people
live about here ? "
"In that direction," the Cat said, waving its
right paw round, "lives a Hatter: and in that
direction," waving the other paw, "lives a March
Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad."
"But I don't want to go among mad people,"
Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat:
"we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
How do you know I'm mad ?" said Alice.
You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't
have come here."
Alice didn't think that proved it at all; however,


she went on: "And how do you know that you're
mad? "
"To begin with," said the Cat, "a dog's not mad.
You grant that ?"
"I suppose so," said Alice.
"Well then," the Cat went on, "you see a dog
growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's
pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag
my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad."
I call it purring, not growling," said Alice.
"Call it what you like," said the Cat. "Do
you play croquet with the Queen to-day ? "
"I should like it very much," said Alice, "but I
haven't been invited yet."
You'll see me there," said the Cat, and vanished.
Alice was not much surprised at this, she was
getting so used to queer things happening. While
she was looking at the place where it had been, it
suddenly appeared again.
"By-the-bye, what became of the baby ? said
the Cat. I'd nearly forgotten to ask."
"It turned into a pig," Alice answered very quietly,
just as if the cat had come back in a natural way.
I thought it would," said the Cat, and vanished
Alice waited a little, half expecting to see-it again,
but it did not appear, and after a minute or two she
walked on in the direction in which the March

Hare was said to live. "I've seen hatters before," she
said to herself: the March Hare will be much the
most interesting, and perhaps as this is May it won't
be raving mad-at least not so mad as it was in
March." As she said this, she looked up, and there
was the Cat again, sitting on a branch of a tree.
Did you say pig, or fig?" said the Cat.
"1 said pig," replied Alice; "and I wish you
wouldn't keep appearing and vanishing so suddenly:
you make one quite giddy."
All right," said the Cat; and this time it
vanished quite slowly, beginning with the end of
the tail, and ending with the grin, which remained
some time after the rest of it had gone.
Well! I've often seen a cat without a grin,"
thought Alice; but a grin without a cat! It's
the most curious thing I ever saw in all my life."
She had not gone much farther before she came
in sight of the house of the March Hare: she
thought it must be the right house, because the
chimneys were shaped like ears and the roof was
thatched with fur. It was so large a house, that
she did not like to go nearer till she had nibbled
some more of the left-hand bit of mushroom, and
raised herself to about two feet high: even then
she walked up towards it rather timidly, saying to
herself, "Suppose it should be raving mad after all!
I almost wish I'd gone to see the Hatter instead!"

HERE was a table set out under a tree in
front of the house, and the March Hare
and the Hatter were having tea at it: a
Dormouse was sitting between them,
fast asleep, and the other two were using it as a
cushion, resting their elbows on it, and talking over
its head. Very uncomfortable for the Dormouse,"
thought Alice; "only, as it's asleep, I suppose it
doesn't mind."
The table was a large one, but the three were all
crowded together at one corner of it: "No room!
No room !" they cried out when they saw Alice
coming. "There's plenty of room!" said Alice
indignantly, and she sat down in a large arm-chair
at one end of the table.

"Have some wine," the March Hare said in an
encouraging tone.
Alice looked all round the table, but there was
nothing on it but tea. I don't see any wine," she
"There isn't any," said the March Hare.
Then it wasn't very civil of you to offer it,"
said Alice angrily.
"It wasn't very civil of you to sit down with-
out being invited," said the March Hare.
"I didn't know it was your table," said Alice;
"it's laid for a great many more than three."
"Your hair wants cutting," said the Hatter. He
had been looking at Alice for some time with great
curiosity, and this was his first speech.
"You should learn not to make personal re-
marks," Alice said with some severity: "it's very
The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hear-
ing this; but all he said was, "Why is a raven like
a writing-desk ?"
"Come, we shall have some fun now !" thought
Alice. I'm glad they've begun asking riddles-I
believe I can guess that," she added aloud.
"Do you mean that you think you can find out
the answer to it ?" said the March Hare.
"Exactly so," said Alice.

"Then you should say what you mean," the
March Hare went on.
"I do," Alice hastily replied; "at least-at least
I mean what I say-that's the same thing, you
"Not the same thing a bit!" said the Hatter.
"Why, you might just as well say that 'I see what
I eat' is the same thing as 'I eat what I see'! "
"You might just as well say," added the March
Hare, "that 'I like what I get' is the same thing
as 'I get what I like'!"
"You might just as well say," added the Dor-
mouse, who seemed to be talking in his sleep,
"that 'I breathe when I sleep' is the same thing
as 'I sleep when I breathe'! "
"It is the same thing with you," said the
Hatter, and here the conversation dropped, and
the party sat silent for a minute, while Alice
thought over all she could remember about ravens
and writing-desks, which wasn't much.
The Hatter was the first to break the silence.
"What day of the month is it ?" he said, turning to
Alice: he had taken his watch out of his pocket,
and was looking at it uneasily, shaking it every now
and then, and holding it to his ear.
Alice considered a little, and said, "The fourth."
"Two days wrong! sighed the Hatter. "I told

you butter wouldn't suit the works!" he added,
looking angrily at the March Hare.
It was the best butter," the March Hare meekly
Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as
well," the Hatter grumbled: "you shouldn't have
put it in with the bread-knife."
The March Hare took the watch and looked at
it gloomily : then he dipped it into his cup of tea,
and looked at it again: but he could think of
nothing better to say than his first remark, "It
was the best butter, you know."
Alice had been looking over his shoulder with
some curiosity. What a funny watch !" she
remarked. "It tells the day of the month, and
doesn't tell what o'clock it is!"
"Why should it?" muttered the Hatter. "Does
your watch tell you what year it is ? "
"Of course not," Alice replied very readily:
"but that's because it stays the same year for such
a long time together."
"Which is just the casewithmine," said the Hatter.
Alice felt dreadfully puzzled. The Hatter's re-
mark seemed to have no sort of meaning in it, and
yet it was certainly English. "I don't quite under-
stand you," she said, as politely as she could.
The Dormouse is asleep again," said the Hatter,
and he poured a little hot tea on to its nose.

The Dormouse shook its head impatiently, and
said, without opening its eyes, "Of course, of
course; just what I was going to remark myself."
"Have you guessed the riddle yet ?" the Hatter
said, turning to Alice again.
"No, I give it up," Alice replied: "what's the
answer ?"
"I haven't the slightest idea," said the Hatter.
"Nor I," said the March Hare.
Alice sighed wearily. "I think you might do
something better with the time," she said, "than
waste it asking riddles that have no answers."
If you knew Time as well as I do," said the Hat-
ter, you wouldn't talk about wasting it. It's him."
I don't know what you mean," said Alice.
Of course you don't! the Hatter said, tossing
his head contemptuously. I dare say you never
even spoke to Time !"
"Perhaps not," Alice cautiously replied: "but
I know I have to beat time when I learn music."
"Ah! that accounts for it," said the Hatter.
"He won't stand beating. Now, if you only kept
on good terms with him, he'd do almost anything
you liked with the clock. For instance, suppose
it were nine o'clock in the morning, just time to
begin lessons: you'd only have to whisper a hint
to Time, and round goes the clock in a twinkling !
Half-past one, time for dinner !"


("I only wish it was," the March Hare said to
itself in a whisper.)
"That would be grand, certainly," said Alice
thoughtfully: but then-I shouldn't be hungry
for it, you know."
"Not at first, perhaps," said the Hatter: "but you
could keep it to half-past one as long as you liked."
"Is that the way you manage ?" Alice asked.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little bat 1"
The Hatter shook his head mournfully. "Not
I!" he replied. "We quarrelled last March-
just before he went mad, you know-" (pointing
with his teaspoon at the March Hare,) "- it was
at the great concert given by the Queen of Hearts,
and I had to sing
'Twinkle, twinkle, little bat/
How I wonder what you're at /'
You know the song, perhaps ? "


"I've heard something like it," said Alice.
"It goes on, you know," the Hatter continued,
"in this way :-
'Up above the world you fly,
Like a teatray in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle--'"
Here the Dormouse shook itself, and began
singing in its sleep Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle,
twinkle--" and went on so long that they had
to pinch it to make it stop.
"Well, I'd hardly finished the first verse," said the
Hatter, "when the Queen bawled out 'He's
murdering the time! Off with his head!'"
"How dreadfully savage !" exclaimed Alice.
"And ever since that," the Hatter went on in a
mournful tone, he won't do a thing I ask It's
always six o'clock now."
A bright idea came into Alice's head. Is that
the reason so many tea-things are put out here ?"
she asked.
"Yes, that's it," said the Hatter with a sigh:
"it's always tea-time, and we've no time to wash
the things between whiles."
"Then you keep moving round, I suppose ?"
said Alice.
"Exactly so," said the Hatter: "as the things
get used up."


"But when you come to the beginning again ?"
Alice ventured to ask.
Suppose we change the subject," the March
Hare interrupted, yawning. "I'm getting tired of
this. I vote the young lady tells us a story."
I'm afraid I don't know one," said Alice, rather
alarmed at the proposal.
"Then the Dormouse shall!" they both cried.
"Wake up, Dormouse! And they pinched it on
both sides at once.
The Dormouse slowly opened his eyes. "I
wasn't asleep," he said in a hoarse, feeble voice:
" I heard every word you fellows were saying."
"Tell us a story!" said the March Hare.
"Yes, please do pleaded Alice.
And be quick about it," added the Hatter, "or
you'll be asleep again before it's done."
Once upon a time there were three little sisters,"
the Dormouse began in a great hurry; "and their
names were Elsie, Lacie, and Tillie; and they lived
at the bottom of a well- "
"What did they live on? said Alice, who
always took a great interest in questions of eating
and drinking.
"They lived on treacle," said the Dormouse,
after thinking a minute or two.
"They couldn't have done that, you know,"

Alice gently remarked: "they'd have been
"So they were," said the Dormouse; very ill."
Alice tried a little to fancy to herself what such
an extraordinary way of living would be like, but
it puzzled her too much, so she went on: "But
why did they live at the bottom of a well ?"
"Take some more tea," the March Hare said to
Alice, very earnestly.
"I've had nothing yet," Alice replied in an
offended tone, "so I can't take more."
You mean you can't take less," said the Hatter:
"it's very easy to take more than nothing."
Nobody asked your opinion," said Alice.
"Who's making personal remarks now?" the
Hatter asked triumphantly.
Alice did not quite know what to say to this:
so she helped herself to some tea and bread-and-
butter, and then turned to the Dormouse, and re-
peated her question. "Why did they live at the
bottom of a well ?"
The Dormouse again took a minute or two to
think about it, and then said, It was a treacle-
"There's no such thing!" Alice was beginning
very angrily, but the Hatter and the March Hare
went "Sh! sh!" and the Dormouse sulkily re-


marked, "If you can't be civil, you'd better finish
the story for yourself."
"No, please go on!" Alice said very humbly:

" Once upon a time there were three little sisters."

"I won't interrupt you again. I dare say there
may be one."
"One, indeed!" said the Dormouse indignantly.
However, he consented to go on. "And so these
three little sisters-they were learning to draw,
you know-"

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"What did they draw?" said Alice, quite for-
getting her promise.
Treacle," said the Dormouse, without consider-
ing at all this time.
"I want a clean cup," interrupted the Hatter:
"let's all move one place on."
He moved on as he spoke, and the Dormouse
followed him: the March Hare moved into the
Dormouse's place, and Alice rather unwillingly
took the place of the March Hare. The Hatter
was the only one who got any advantage from the
change: and Alice was a good deal worse off than
before, as the March Hare had just upset the milk-
jug into his plate.
Alice did not wish to offend the Dormouse
again, so she began very cautiously: But I don't
understand. Where did they draw the treacle
You can draw water out of a water-well," said
the Hatter; "so I should think you could draw
treacle out of a treacle-well-eh, stupid ? "
"But they were in the well," Alice said to
the Dormouse, not choosing to notice this last
"Of course they were," said the Dormouse,
"--well in."
This answer so confused poor Alice, that she let
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